Jacksepticeye Imagines

Torture

I can hear screaming and yelling from upstairs. I got worried, I walked towards the stairs.

"Jack?! You okay?" I yelled.
No response.

I walked up the stairs, as I reached the top of the stairs Jack's screaming stopped.

I walked to his recording room, knocked quietly, "Jack?"

"GO AWAY! IT'S NOT SAFE!"

I opened the door. His recording room was torn apart. The only light was coming from his lamp in the corner, it was on the floor tipped over.

I kneeled down, "what's wrong? What happened to your room?"

"Oh Jackaboy~ I'm back! Did you miss me?"

"Jack.. What was th-"

"Y/N GET OUT OF HERE! RUN!"

I didn't move.

"Lights out." The lightbulb exploded, I screamed.

"J-Jack! What's happening?!" I looked at Jack, he has unconscious, "JACK!"

I stood up and turned around to see Jack?

"Wha-"

"Hello, Kitten. The names Anti." He smirked.

Anti moved closer and closer, I started moving towards the door, and ran for it. I ran down the stairs quickly.
I reached the bottom, looked up to see him not chasing after me.

Next thing, I was pinned against the wall. I screamed, it was Anti.

"Don't run away from me." Anti growled.

I shut my eyes, hoping this was a dream.

"You belong to me now."

I began to cry, "JACK!!"

Anti dragged me down to the basement, I tried kicking and punching him to let me go. Nothing worked. He tied me down to a wooden chair.

I was sobbing, Anti groaned, "you're hot and all, but can you shut the fuck up!?"

"No! I want Jack! Not you!!"

Anti glared at me, "fine." He walked up the stairs, leaving me alone.

I've been alone for 15 minutes, sobbing like a baby.

The basement door slammed open, I silenced my sobs. Anti was dragging Jack down the stairs, he was fighting and yelling, Jack had tape over his mouth.

Anti chained Jack's wrists to the wall across from me. Jack looked so beaten up.

"Happy now?" Anti asked annoyed.

"Now time for some fun!" Anti walked over to the metal table full of torture objects.

Anti smirked, as he grabbed a whip and looked at me, I started crying again shaking my head. He looked at Jack, walked over to him.

Anti ripped off Jack's shirt showing his bare chest. Anti backed up a bit and whipped Jack's chest hard, leaving bloody whip marks.

After three tortuous hours of being cut, whipped, shocked, hit, and screaming non-stop, Anti got tired and called it a night.

"See you in the morning. We'll have so much more fun!"

Thinking about what might happen tomorrow made me sob, soon after I cried myself to sleep.